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Jan 9 2018, 12:24 AM
kick up my shit, you wanna
rustle these leaves
get me so red, you wanna
ruffle these feathersLot Adachi
, Cam Pyun
, & Morgan Mau
[ warnings : violence mentions prob ]
When Morgan Mau's huge jeep pulls up to the Adachi house, the snow is already starting to get blindingly white, and the cold is aching. Still, you'd never think so at a glance, with Lot Adachi at the door to greet her, it wide open and his pajamas
not nearly warm enough for the snow that settles on them. He's grinning like he always is, leaning up against the door as he watches her make her way to him.
Cam is already there, Lot had dragged him to the front door when he heard the sound of a car pulling into the drive. "Told you she missed us," he tells Cam. "Or maybe her weird roommate was being a creep again. Either way, there's a reason the chat got all silent.
Which is it?"
Dec 17 2017, 01:28 PM
It's cold enough that he can see his breath in the air.
Still, with this many bodies in the square, he can hardly even feel anything but a warmth that makes him sweat in his three layers of clothes. He's never been one to come to this thing alone, a Christmas tree lighting, but it seems like something Carrie would like.
He hasn't been spending a lot of time with her lately. His own fault, he's hardly one to hold a grudge (can count on one hand, he'd go so far as to say one finger
how many people he thinks would have to literally get on their hands and knees for him to even consider
forgiveness) but something about last summer made him sore. All that shit with Cam and Mo, while he'll never admit it, had left him bitter enough that learning Carrie was going back to her mother only a few short weeks later felt like a bruise against his chest. Like the rib he'd broken in his fight with Cam and Mo only flared up instead of healing.
(Worse, he thinks, because he usually likes the feeling of pain after a fight. Sore muscles, even broken bones, make him feel like something happened
. That it's clear. He can look back at them and know he got his own hits in.
He'd fought it out with Mo and Cam, prepared himself to write them both off before they both ended up coming back again, all three of them with more knowledge about the others than they started with. He couldn't write Carrie off, he'd known her too long and she wasn't even angry
at him when he'd snapped at her, and he was no closer to understanding why she went back than he'd been at the beginning.
So, sort of an itch you can't scratch. He hates not knowing something, hates not being able to understand, hates even more when he can't pretend those things don't exist.
Not a grudge, but that.)
"It's probably too cold for ice cream afterwards, yeah?" he's standing next to her in the crowd now, waiting for the Mayor to do some ceremonial shit before the lights actually come on. "I think I might start learning how to make my own."
Oct 15 2017, 03:12 PM
every book is read
i'm paralyzedLot Adachi
& Jin Adler
[ warnings : casual ableism, religion mention ]
Today, he skips out on English class, purely because he'd gone the last week, searching for something interesting in Ms. LaCroix's lessons. It was every few weeks he'd done so, and he thinks Ms. LaCroix is smart enough to see his patterns of coming and going.
He wonders if he should start switching things up.
Though, he's already relaxed on the field where football and soccer players practice and run around. Laying in the bleachers with his phone positioned over his face, flicking through pages of a newer Deadpool comic. It's easier than getting up, going to class, and it's more fun than being bored with some droning lecture about the Canterbury Tales
or whatever else they think he should learn in there. Or whatever they think he doesn't already know.
Even better is falling asleep here with nothing to disturb him.
When he wakes up it's past school hours have finished, as his phone tells him. He sits up to cooler air and the sun in a different place in the sky, and when he looks down sees a few students out on the fields.
He makes his way down to watch, dropping to the last seat near a girl to his side. "Who's practicing?" he asks with a grin.
Aug 9 2017, 05:12 PM
The next time they see each other, it's at Monroe College again, early on in the school year. Lot is hanging out against one of the trees outside of Pi Beta Phi, waiting for Carrie to show up and give him the passcode inside for the semester when he looks up to see Adrienne Kang walking by the nearest sidewalk.
It doesn't seem like she's noticed him just yet, under the shade of the tree.
So, he calls attention to himself.
Mar 16 2017, 07:49 PM
i never want to let you down or have you go
"it's better off this way"Lot Adachi
& Amber Livingston
( warnings : dissociation / discussion of mental illness )
"So she's that upset, huh?"
january 19th, 2017
He's been coming more regularly to the house now. Since Lottie left, since Amber's been out more and more, he comes and sits on Carrie's bed, reading his comics or actually doing homework when Amber bothers him about it. He doesn't think too hard about it, coming over here, because he knows that's a trap his mind doesn't want to get into. He'll get stuck in those thoughts again:are you afraid?
( i don't know )
And it's better off if he doesn't.
Still, there is something almost protective the way he stays there, chin in his hands asking about Amber's day, about Carrie's, what either of them did, how they were doing. He's worried, maybe, he can feel that he thinks. It's distant but it's there. Off on the sidelines, watching. He doesn't mind when things aren't
in their proper place, does better when things are chaotic and he can find joy in putting them together, seeing where he wants them to fit but... this is different.
(And, don't get him wrong, he cares about Amber just as much as he cares about Carrie. He doesn't want her
. But, he does know her presence means that Carrie's going through some shit
it's a little chaotic after winter break.
And so he stays, to see if he can put things back together.)
He's there in the kitchen now, sitting up on the table going over a book with recipes for sweets. Lips and brow twisted while he goes over each line twice. On the stove there's something simmering in a pot, in the oven is another few things for dinner. Its still too early for dinner, really, but Pi Beta Phi was also fancy enough to have their own fucking everything
and he wasn't about to let some hired chef get in his way.
The last step of this whole thing, though, well... he's good at most
things. But, generally, Lot Adachi isn't the best baker in the world.
After a few minutes, he hops down from the counter, turning to the girl with him. "Okay, Amb, I think I got it down. You don't have
to help me, you know." He grins, hands on his hips, "Seriously. It's not like I'm going to burn the fucking house down, I'm way
better with a stove than that."